Forcing my head up, I look at him through the mirror. “We are done. It’s what you wanted.”
Pressing his body further into mine and wrapping his hands around my hips, he whispers into my ear, “The first night you gave yourself to me, you’ve been mine. That’s not going to change.”
He entered more than one finger inside of me as he twisted and pulled my nipple. I gasped for air and began panting. My heart was beating out my chest as his body was firmly against my back; his erection against my body was turning me on. But I can’t give in no matter how much I want it. I’ve stayed strong for this long.
“Emilio–” his name panted out of my mouth.
Our eyes were locked in a stare, and he wasn’t looking for me to change his mind or accept the fact I was putting my foot down on this being over. But the wetter I was getting inching toward an orgasm, the harder it was to resist him.
“This has to stop,” I begged in a moan.
“You sure about that?” his voice was husky, and we both knew there was no going back now.
His thumb rubbed my clit, making my legs weak as his fingers continued to go in and out of me. My head fell back onto his chest in defeat. I place my hand on him, applying pressure, begging for him to enter further inside me.
Right as I was about to orgasm, there was a knock on the door. It shot me out of the moment when I heard who it was.
“Bethany, are you in there?” Pio’s voice carried through the door.
“Shit,” I let out the word in panic as I looked toward the door.
“Look at me,” Emilio demanded without a flinch.
How was he being so calm? This was my rehearsal dinner. My brother, fiancé, and all of Chicago were outsidethose doors.
“Bethany?” Pio repeated.
“Tell him you’re in here,” Emilio said into my ear as his other hand grabbed my exposed breast.
“No way,” I say in a low voice.
“Should I go open the door?” Emilio asked as he removed his hands from my body.
I knew he wasn’t bluffing, so I shouted, “I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Is everything okay in there?” Pio asked.
A smirk crossed Emilio’s face. He spun me around so I would face him. “Answer him.”
As I replied to Pio, Emilio was unbuckling his pants. Shaking my head, I tried to push past him, but he stood firm. Pulling out his erection, he then grabs me by the thighs and lifts me onto the countertop.
“I have your wine,” Pio went on.
“Okay,” I reply. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
Emilio plunged inside of me, causing me to gasp loudly as he aggressively pounded his dick inside me. I cover my mouth with my hand. My legs wrapped around his waist, letting him take me as he wanted. At the moment, I didn’t care if we were hiding in the bathroom, my fiancé was right outside the door, or my brother was nearby; I was devouring this moment for what it was. Panting, moaning, and skin-to-skin were echoing in the room.
“On my command,” Emilio said.
Relentlessly fucking me, I wait for the okay even though I felt like my body was going to explode.
“Now, sweetheart.”
We both climaxed keeping as quiet as possible. And when I finally caught my breath, I thought I’d feel some regret making it easy to walk away from this, but that wasn’t the case. I don’t think I could ever quit. Still with mylegs wrapped around Emilio, while he was still inside me, I heard the door open.
Emilio never locked it.
Chapter 43
